Wade’s chest was pressed up against a tree, his pants and boxers shoved halfway down his thighs and Nick’s cock jammed into his ass. He swallowed down hard breaths and panted against the bark, his knees buckling with each sharp thrust.
“You’re not good enough for her. You can’t give her what she wants, what she needs,” Nick hissed in his ear, his nails digging red half-moons into his hips.
Wade’s forehead scraped against the bark and he turned his head so his cheek could take some of the abuse. “You just want her to wallow and rot with you.”
“Better than being a fucking liar,” he spat, thrusting into Wade so hard that he nearly collapsed. “But I guess you like fucking liars, don’t you?”
He rolled his eyes, grabbing the tree and biting his lip as Nick sped up. He’d never fucked a guy before he met Nick, thought he never would, he wasn’t raised to even think about doing something like this. But something about the way Nick taunted, sneered, and looked at him with pure resentment in his eyes, it got Wade hot in a way he never before thought possible.
“You really think so little of Carly. I wish I had a sister,” he groaned.
“I bet you do, you sick fuck.” His projection was telling, but Wade could have guessed from the way Carly would go quiet when he asked about her first kiss and first time. It didn’t really get his stomach turning anymore.
Nick slammed Wade’s ass into him, grunting as he shot his load: a nice little reminder of his double life as Nick’s bitch.
He turned away as he pulled his pants up, shame burning him up inside. He’d be the perfect space heater when he got back to Carly.